Funny how things
change in a
flutter of an eyelash.
Light heart
washed over by
blue grey mist,
blinding me to my
joy and laughter.
Incredible how life
whips around like
a barrel of a revolver
Spinnnnn spin
Spinning.
I spin –
Hey!
do you know
this sort of
wheeling and
dealing of the heart?
Love is so fragile.
Would that it were
not a butterfly
trapped in room
to simply settle
and become an
ornament of beauty
on the marble mantlepiece.
A tribute to those suffering in the floods. What we see out in the world around us is a reflection of that which is inside us. May all be healed through the love and compassion of those who have lost their homes, possessions and livelihoods.
Sitting With Love.
Sitting with Love,
as Love sits with me.
The exhaustion of the day
reflects the worn out, tired months
of a staggeringly, swiftly moving year.
The rains have drenched and
broken down the muddy banks
of my heart and I find I am flooded
with sadness ……
Yet from here,
I see the opportunity
to rebuild with purpose …
for as I sit with Love,
Love sits with me.
Compassionately Speaking
My body wept the tears of my little life, inside.
My heart split open from wetness
of smouldering sadness
as out flew compassionate,
strong arms of an Angel
carrying wings for every single soul
who suffers in this life.
The Angel spoke wordlessly into my eyes –
“When one suffers, all suffers ~ you are not living this alone.”
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